When Shark awoke early the next morning, he found himself with a pillow under his head, and a thin sheet covering his body.
In front of him, leaning on the railing, Sinbad was smoking a cigarette. He didn’t appear to notice that Shark was awake yet.
Shark tried not to move around too much. He closed his eyes again and pretended to still be sleeping. It appeared Sinbad was still none the wiser.
Still keeping his eyes shut tight, Shark could hear footsteps walking away from the railing.
He then felt the chair tipping over with him in it. With a yelp, Shark landed on the patio with the pillow and blanket under him.
Now he heard snickering above him, clearly from Sinbad.
“Nice ass, man!” Sinbad said to him. “Also, Mornin’!”
When both were dressed and in the truck, Shark didn’t even try to initiate conversation. He just kept pointing in the directions to his house.
“All right, which one is it?” Sinbad glanced about the relatively opulent mansions surrounding the truck. He was a little jealous.
Shark pointed at one on the left. “The one with a golf cart on the roof.”
After he was dropped off at the lawn, Shark waved good-bye and headed for the front door. He was grateful that Sinbad had sped off when he did, given what was happening on the roof.
“Uncle Bill, get down from there!” Shark shouted from the ground. “You’re going to get hurt!” Bill seemingly ignored his nephew as he continued to make an ass of himself.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere, Shark walked into the mansion. Right when he got through the door, he heard a shotgun being fired off from up above.
“…And there he goes,” Shark whispered himself before facepalming.
As he ascended the stairs, Shark noted how unusually quiet it was in the place, besides Bill ranting and shooting. He could hear his grandfather muttering about Ebay in one of the bedrooms, but that was about it.
Reaching the usual room he stayed in now, Shark was surprised to see his father sitting at the computer situated in there.
“Uh…Hey Dad,” he said to get his attention. “What are you doing up? Usually you’re in bed at this time.”
Dennis looked over at his son, stopping from typing some very important-looking documents. “Oh, well good morning to you, boy! Just working on payroll.”
“Okay…” Shark then sat on the couch, feeling another question pop into his mind. “When’s your next day off?”
“Hmmm…” Dennis seemed to need some time to think about it. “Sometime this week. Why?”
Before Shark could give his answer here, both of them heard the sound of a golf cart falling onto the ground below them. Glancing over at the window, they then saw Bill falling in after it.
“Uh…” Shark and Dennis ran over to the window, seeing Bill laying face-down in the bushes. “How’d that not kill him?”
“Beats me, boy,” Dennis said while shrugging. “The man does so many drugs and stunts, it’s a wonder he didn’t get killed years ago.”
Dennis went back to working on his payroll. Shark watched Bill flop around like a fish out of water for a little longer, then sat down onto the couch to watch TV.